Greene's Tu Quoque, or The City Gallant · chunk 32 of 47
Cooke, John · published 1614 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Why, 'tis worse than silence. But we are fools, and in our reputations We find the smart on't: Kindness, is termed Lightness, in our sex: And when we give a Favour, or a Kiss, we give our Good names too. Will you be dumb again. Men you are called, but you're a viperous brood, Whom we in charity take into our bosoms, And cherish with our heart: for which, you sting us. Uds'foot, I'll fetch him that waked your tongue, To lay it down again. Why how now man? O relieve me, or I shall lose my hearing, You have raised a Fury up into her tongue A Parliament of women could not make Such a Confused noise as that she utters. Well, what would you have me do? Why make her hold her tongue. And what then? Why then let me alone again. This is very good I faith, first give thee but opportunity, and let thee alone: then make her but Speak, and let Thee alone: now make her hold her tongue, and then Let her alone: By my troth I think I were best to let Thee alone indeed: but come, follow me, The Wild-cat shall not carry it so away, Walk, walk, as we did. What, have you fetched your Champion? what can he do? Not have you, nor himself from out the storm Of my incensed rage; I will thunder into your ears, The wrongs that you have done an innocent Maid: Oh you're a couple of sweet: What shall I call you? Men you are not; for if you were, You would not offer this unto a Maid. Wherein have I deserved it at your hands? Have I not been, always a kind Sister to you; & in signs & tokens showed it? Did I not send Money to you at Cambridge when you were but a Freshman, wrought you Purses and Bands; and since you came toth' Inns a Court, a fair pair of Hangers? Have you not taken Rings from me, which I have been feign to say I have lost, when you had pawned them: and yet was never beholding to you for a pair of Gloves? A Woman's tongue I see, is like a Bell, That once being set a going, goes itself. And yet you to join with my sister against me, Send one here to play upon me, whilst you laugh and leer, And make a pastime on me: is this Brotherly done? No it is Barbarous, & a Turk would blush to offer it to a Christian: but I will think on't, and have it written in my heart, when it hath slipped your memories. When will your tongue be weary? Never. How never? Come talk, and I'll talk with you, I'll try the nimble footmanship of your tongue; And if you can out-talk me, yours be the victory.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
VVhy, tis worse then scilence. But wee are fooles, and in our reputations VVe find the smart on't: Kindnesse, is tearmed Lightnesse, in our sex: And when we giue a Fauour, or a Kisse, VVee giue our Good names too. VVill you be dumbe againe. Men you are cald, but you're a viperous brood, VVhom we in charitie take into our bosomes, And cherish with our heart: for which, you sting vs. Vds'foot, Ile fetch him that waked your tonge, To lay it downe againe. VVhy how now man? O reliue mee, or I shall loose my hearing, You haue raysde a Furie vp into her tongue A Parliament of women could not make Such a Confused noyse as that she vtters. Well, what would you haue mee do? Why make her hold her tongue. And what then? Why then let me alone againe. This is very good I fayth, first giue thee but oppertunitie, and let thee alone: then make her but Speake, and let Thee alone: now make her hold her tongue, and then Let her alone: By my torth I thinke I were best to let Thee alone indeed: but come, follow mee, The Wild-cat shall not carry it so away, Walke, walke, as we did. What, haue you fetcht your Champion? what can he do? Not haue you, nor himselfe from out the storme Of my incensed rage; I will thunder into your eares, The wrongs that you haue done an innocent Mayde: Oh you're a cupple of sweet: What shall I call you? Men you are not; for if you were, You would not offer this vnto a Mayde. Wherein haue I deserued it at your handes? Haue I not been, alwayes a kind Sister to you; & in signes & tokens shewed it? Did I not send Money to you at Cambridge when you were but a Freshman, wrought you Purses and Bandes; and since you came toth'Inn's a Court, a faire payre of Hangers? Haue you not taken Rings from mee, which I haue been faine to say I haue lost, when you had paund them: and yet was neuer beholding to you for a payre of Gloues? A Womans tongue I see, is like a Bell, That once being set a going, goes it selfe. And yet you to ioyne with my sister against mee, Send one heere to play vpon mee, whilst you laugh and leere, And make a pastime on mee: is this Brotherly done? No it is Barberous, & a Turke would blush to offer it to a Christian: but I will thinke on't, and haue it written in my heart, when it hath slipt your memories. When will your tongue be wearie? Neuer. How neuer? Come talke, and Ile talke with you, Ile try the ninble footmanship of your tongue; And if you can out-talke mee, yours be the victorie.